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Chapter 2258 [Shangxie] Fuyan's death

Xia Fuyi froze.

Zhan Luoying was condescending, looking at the blood-stained face full of astonishment, some complicated emotions surged in his heart, but his face remained unmoved in the slightest.

Xia Fuyi looked at the tall man in red, and slowly clenched his fists.

And the next moment, her clenched fist that was bleeding from the palm was suddenly wrapped by a warm hand.

Xia Fuyi lowered her head in a daze, Fuyan gently held her hand, looked up,

"How...how can I compare with the emperor...the emperor?"

"I'm just... just a court lady, and I once... did something that should be beheaded."

"You... don't make it difficult."

Fuyan smiled, tears fell from the corners of her eyes, she looked at Xia Fuyi and asked her,

"Ma'am, can I call you... call you, Fuyi?"

Xia Fuyi nodded slowly.

Fu Yan smiled, and slowly opened and closed her blood-stained lips, but in the end she only made a silent mouth shape, so that no one could hear her.

Xia Fuyi didn't even blink, just stared blankly at her and closed her eyes.

Another tear slid down from the corner of her eye, a clean and transparent stream rushed out of the blood, and fell into the palm of Xia Fuyi's caressing side of her face.

Xia Fuyi held the teardrop, and slowly murmured dully, as if responding to the silent mouth of those two words.

The square suddenly fell silent.

Only the pale moonlight illuminates this messy and chaotic bloody hell.

Zhan Luoying on the top of the steps stared down, making sure that the person who blocked the arrow was dead, he frowned slightly in a bad mood.

Mu Ningqing behind her seemed to feel the same way.

He pulled out the last arrow from the quiver behind his back, buckled the bow and set the string. After the bow was drawn to the full moon, the arrow pointed at the figure sitting on the ground in the center of the square.

After only a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and let go.

With a bang, the arrow pierced through the air, and the air with its strong internal force made a sharp whistling sound like tearing.

The wind suddenly picked up, rolling in layers from deep in the mountains and deep forests.

The cyan robe rolled like waves, and the man holding the corpse raised his head, his dark pupils reflected the moonlight, as well as the long arrow that was approaching rapidly under the moonlight full of murderous aura.

She doesn't move.

He just stared at the arrow in a daze, as if he had forgotten to resist.

The two who launched the attack on the steps were startled, clenched their fists almost at the same time and held their breath.

Under the stare of the three people, the flow of time seemed to slow down.

The time for the arrow to approach seemed to be infinitely longer, until Xia Fuyi's pupils constricted to the extreme as he watched the arrow, and Mu Ningqing, who was on the top of the steps, finally couldn't help it, and flew down one step at a time, almost as fast as an arrow. Seeing the afterimage, he rushed over, gritted his teeth coldly and roared,

"Get out of the way!"

However, before he could get close enough, a sharp cracking sound sounded first.

A powerful and extremely violent wave of internal force spread and exploded centered on Xia Fuyi.

She didn't even move, and the menacing long arrow burst apart in her constricted cold pupils.

On the copper pillar, the flames fluctuated violently.

Mu Ningqing, who came flying over, was startled, and when she heard the sound, she reacted extremely quickly and wanted to back away, but the bursting inner force fluctuation failed to calm down, and the person who was sitting in a daze had already moved.

She moved like lightning, the last glance was still in place, and the next glance was already approaching her eyes.

The corner of the blood-stained robe fluttered like waves under the moonlight, and those dark eyes faced Mu Ningqing through the snow-bright sword light. Before Mu Ningqing could see the emotion clearly, Long Yuan had already slashed to the side of the neck, In desperation, Mu Ningqing stretched out her hand and grasped the blade of the sword, and the palm of her hand was cut deeply, and the blood flowed wildly, but it also blocked the sword's edge.

(End of this chapter)